how do you do it? how do you easily move forward from everything we’ve been through? you’ve moved on so swiftly that a year with me seemed nothing but days of frivolities. i want to know how you do it, how make it seem so easy. i’m uncertain if this is what i see, but... Continue Reading →
I found you in the most unlikely way, but really it was you who found me. I was miserable before we met; I was a mess. I had no direction, I had no purpose in life, and I had no idea what I wanted. When you came, I was hesitant, not because I wasn’t sure... Continue Reading →
you are the pre-loved book at a thrift shop that i brought home and finished overnight: your page torn and worn, your scent rustic and dusty, your letters faded, your story mysterious and unchanged— you are perfect to me. you are the feels that comes at three in the morning, the distant, resonating waves of... Continue Reading →
I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →
I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →
For what could have been if we did not end, for what should have been of our love today, for what would have been the numbers that are now meaningless.
l was never romantic. Roses meant nothing, but just flowers my mother used to grow in her garden. Chocolate was nothing, but something that pleases me when l am depressed. l was never romantic. Candle lights? Well, they are a sign we haven’t paid our electric bill. Love Songs? Those are the stuff they play... Continue Reading →
I have written about this about three years ago, but I was not able to finish writing all my thoughts before they faded. Last night, a simple conversation with a close friend (for privacy purposes, let us call him Patrick Gattoc [note: this is his real name by the way]), I was able to remember... Continue Reading →